Monday, November 25, 2013

SPANKSGIVING ! THE SEQUEL USA - FM & MF Spanking Story

Some of you may recall my post during the Canadian Thanksgiving in October featuring the spanking adventures of a newlywed couple visting her parents for the holiday!
However , I did receive a few comments about the ending which left the situation somewhat in limbo , and upon re-reading it I can understand why.
Actually this is just an aspect of my story-writing approach so you should expect more of it unfortunately.
However , as we now have the US Thanksgiving upon us I decided to let the story continue and land where it may!
As you may recall , we left our Newlyweds in the basement of Nancy's parents' house with her parents listening at the top of the stairs to Nancy giving her husband Jeff a well deserved dose of her hairbrush............... 

‘WHAP!’ ‘WHAP!’ ‘WHAP!’ WHAP!’ ‘WHAP!’
“OW!” “OUCH!” “YEOOW!” “STOPPIT!” “WAAAAH!”
Janet and Gerry stood at the top of the basement stairs listening to the shenanigans below.

‘WHAP!’ ‘WHAP!’ ‘WHAP!’ ‘WHAP!’ ‘WHAP!’ ‘WHAP!’ WHAP!’ ‘WHAP!’
“OOOOOOOW!” “YEOOOW!” “I’M SORRY HONEY!” “OOOOUCH!” “PLEASE STOP!”
Nancy delivered a series of really hard swats which even made Janet cringe.
“WOW she’s really giving it to him good!” Gerry exclaimed.
Janet grinned , “Well Nancy told me that Jeff’s had it coming for over a month….so it’s his own fault!”
Gerry looked at his wife incredulously.
“Well that’s fine for you to say  Janet….you’re not the one getting your bare butt roasted with that darn hairbrush…..have you any idea how much it hurts and how hard it is to sit afterwards?”
‘WHAP!’ ‘WHAP!’ ‘WHAP!’‘WHAP!’ ‘WHAP!’ ‘WHAP!’
“WAAAAH!” “GAAAAAAWD!” “OOOOOW!”
They  both cringed again before Janet responded.
 ”Oh my…Poor Jeff!.....Of course I know how much it hurts dear….I’ve blistered your bottom enough times to know that…..anyway,  the only way to get through  your  thick head is to tan your hide so you’ll remember it when you sit for a few days!”
Gerry put a hand to the seat of his pants and nodded “Well you certainly got through to me honey!”
Janet giggled “ I sure did ….and,  by the sound of it , our daughter is doing just as good a job on Jeff! You two are going to need pillows to sit for breakfast tomorrow!”

…..‘WHAP!’ ‘WHAP!’ ‘WHAP!’…..”Am I getting through to you yet Jeff?”
“AAAAH!” “YESSSSSSS!” “OOOOOW!”
WHAAP!’ ‘WHAAAP!’
 “OOOOUCH!”
“Yes What Jeff?”
“YES MA’AM!”
“Good boy! Now ….you have 10 more coming ….and I want you to count and thank me for each one!”
“YES MA’AM!”
“That’s better. Let’s bring this to a conclusion shall we ? Hold on Jeff!”

WHAAAP!’
“OOOOOW! ….WO…WO…WON THANK YOU MA’AM !”
‘‘THWHAAAAP!’
“WAAAH! ….TE..TE..TOOOO…TH…THANK YOU MA’AM !”
WHAAAP!’ ‘THWHAAAP!’ ‘CRAAACK!’
“AAAH! ….OW! …OW! …..THU..THREE THA..THANK YOU MA’AM! ..FFFFOUR THANK YOU MA’AM !”
‘CRAAACK!’“Please try to keep up with your count honey…..it would be a shame if I had to start over wouldn’t it?”
“Sssssss…..OH! Please honey…..not so hard!”
“Don’t you dare tell me how hard to spank ! Now did you hear what I said young man ? How many is that?”
“SSSorry Ma’am ! That would be 6 Ma’am!”
“Four more to go then dear….I suggest you hold on tight!”
WHAAAAP!’“YEOOOW! SEVEN THANK YOU MA’AM!”
WHAAAP!’ ‘T
WHAAAP!’“GAAAAAH! SHIT ! EIGHT…..I MEAN NNNNINE…THANK YOU MA’AM!”

“Really dear! If you’re going to have this much trouble counting , perhaps I should have you bend over for a baker’s dozen with the strap after we’re done?”
“NO! I MEAN NO MA’AM….I’M SORRY…REALLY SORRY!”
‘CRRAAAAACKKK!’
“WAAAAAH ! GAAAAAWD! TEN! THANK YOU MA’AM!”
“Now get that naughty bottom in the corner before I DO decide to get the strap!”
“YES MA’AM!”
Janet supressed a grin when Jeff hobbled into the kitchen for breakfast.
Positively glowing , a cheery Nancy followed him in and gave her Mom a big hug.
“Good morning Mom!”
Raising a brow, Nancy stared at Jeff who , through a grimace, mumbled a greeting to his mother-in-law .
“JEFF?” Nancy scolded.
Her husband forced a smile “ Good morning Mrs. Blackwell .” he said with more clarity , avoiding eye contact.
“Mom!” Janet corrected .
Jeff looked at his wife before replying.
“ Good morning Mom!”
“Sit down and make yourself comfortable Jeff. Breakfast will be ready in a minute.” Janet smirked.
Jeff looked at the big soft pillow on his chair.
Janet grinned “…..well as comfortable as possible I hope…”
Her son-in-law’s face turned red with embarrassment upon realizing his mother-in-law knew he had been spanked.
“GERRY ! GET DOWN HERE! BREAKFAST IS READY !” Janet hollered .
Very carefully , Jeff lowered himself onto the pillow beside Nancy who was already comfortably seated.
“Don’t be such a big baby Jeff ! It can’t be that bad ?” she taunted.
Jeff shifted around on the pillow in a vain search for comfort before rising from his seat.
“Thanks for the pillow Mrs. Bla….I mean Mom….but if you don’t mind I’ll stand!” he asked meekly.
Just then he felt a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t worry son….I’ll be doing the same! My back is killing me ….is yours sore too ?”
Nancy giggled and Janet shook her head in disbelief.
Folding her arms confidently, she addressed the two men.
“Let’s be open shall we guys ?
Both of you got a well-deserved spanking….. so it’s understandable that you’d prefer to stand …..
but you’re both going to be sitting for breakfast…am I clear ?”
Jeff looked to Gerry for guidance and the older man nodded.
“Yes Ma’am.” He replied. “Yes Ma’am.” Jeff repeated.
Despite  a lot of moving around and squirming , the two sore husbands were able to finish breakfast seated with their wives.
“How about a game of golf Jeff?” Gerry offered and Jeff readily agreed.
“Ahem !” Janet cleared her throat.
“Sorry to burst your bubble guys. I appreciate that the pair of you would like to spend the day doing something that doesn’t involve sitting but I’ve already booked the four of us on a winery tour!”
Gerry’s face looked like it was about to explode.
“Dammit woman! You know I hate those stupid tours….and all that sitting on a bus !”
Bouyed by his father-in-law’s bravado , Jeff piped out.
“I’d prefer golf over a wine tour ….perhaps we can do that another time?”
The two wives were momentarily shocked to silence , but quickly regained control.
“Jeff ! How dare you be so ungrateful! Mother has paid for and planned this tour weeks ago so you’re going !”
Putting both hands up in an act of defensiveness Jeff tried to respond.
“……but Nancy I was just being honest honey….” He babbled.
“Don’t you ‘honey’ me Jeff! After last night I……” Nancy replied before her Mother intervened.
“Let me handle this if I may honey?” Janet asked , her tone capturing the attention of the room.
She peered sternly over her  thick rimmed glasses at the two men.
“Here’s the deal guys. OK have it your way…go golfing …. Nancy and I will go shopping…..with your credit cards !......and I hope you enjoy your game because you may not enjoy dinner at the restaurant this evening ….once I’m done with the pair of you !”
Both men paled and their jaws dropped.
Janet continued.
“Both of you will receive 12 stokes of my cane before dinner gentlemen !”
With that , Janet boldly thrust her hand out.
The two men looked confused.
“Credit cards please gentlemen!” she barked.
Gerry and Jeff dug into their pockets and handed their cards to Janet who smiled broadly.
“Let’s go shopping Nancy!” she chirped triumphantly.
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As they set to tee off at the 18th and final hole , Gerry and Jeff began feeling a little uneasy.
“Last hole before we have to go home and face the music son !” Gerry said in an upbeat tone.
His son-in-law shuffled his feet anxiously.
“Janet…I mean Mom…isn’t really going to…..” he began.
Gerry swung and watched his ball sail through the air .
“I’ve been married to Janet for 30 years Jeff and if there’s one thing I know about her its that when she says something she ALWAYS follows through!”

Jeff swung wildly at his ball ,  slicing it into the nearby woods.
“WOW! You really are worried about this aren’t you?” Gerry asked.
He put a fatherly arm around Jeff.
“You may as well get used to it son. You’ve married into a family where the wives have been tanning their husband’s backsides for generations !
I’m sure you’ve realised that after being married to Nancy for a year?”
Jeff nodded “ I guess so ….Nancy made it clear when we first started dating that she would tan my butt if I stepped out of line. I thought she was joking until she actually did it one day! It’s pretty embarrassing going over her lap like that but I have to admit I deserved it every time !”
Gerry patted Jeff’s back .
“You  have to admit that it was pretty poor play for us to put the kibosh on Janet’s plans after all the trouble she went to , so we deserve whatever we have coming…..but at least we got a great day of golf out of it !”
************************************************************************************
“We’re home honey !” Gerry called out.
“We’re waiting for you down here Gerry!” a female voice called out from the basement.
The two men looked at each other , sighed and made their way downstairs.
Janet and Nancy stood silently with arms folded as their men entered the room.
They were already dressed for dinner.
Both wearing heels and pearls , Janet in her classic low-cut , little black dress and Nancy in a shorter more figure hugging version.
With a nod of her head , Janet beckoned them to stand in front of her.
“How was your day honey?” Gerry asked in an attempt to break the icy silence.
Janet smiled wryly , “Well , let’s just say that your game of golf is going to cost you boys …..in more ways than one!”
She turned and picked up the long thin cane sitting on the table.
Before speaking she swished it menacingly through the air and began bending it to test its flexibility.
“Considering you both got a solid licking yesterday , and we don’t want you ruining our dinner this evening with your whining and squirming , I’ve decided to use the Junior cane…..”
Pointing to an area to her right she added “ Both of you , clothes off and facing the wall. Hurry now!”
Gerry began disrobing but Jeff looked at Nancy with eyes as wide as saucers.
“You heard Mother dear….clothes off….ALL OF THEM!”
For a brief moment Jeff thought about refusing but quickly recanted and began undressing.
Completely naked , the two men covered their private area as best they could with their hands and shuffled over to the designated area.
“Bend over, touch your toes and present those naughty bottoms for punishment Gentlemen!”Janet ordered loudly.
Gerry immediately complied and Jeff reluctantly followed suit.
Janet paced up and down behind the two men , swishing the cane while Nancy looked on.

Both the bottoms before her still showed some of the marks from the hairbrush but had actually recovered quite well.
Finally she took a wide stance to the left of the two men and began tapping their bottoms with the cane.
Instinctively their buttocks tensed in anticipation.
She then addressed them in a very imperious tone.
“For your unacceptable behaviour this morning you will each receive a full dozen strokes.
For your benefit Jeff , as this is your first caning , I will briefly explain the symbolic significance.
This caning will leave my “brand” on your rump in the form of red stripes symbolizing my authority to chastise you and your acceptance of the same.
Are you ready to accept your chastisement?”
“Yes Ma’am” came the reply from the two men.
Methodically , almost artistically , Janet proceeded to paint fiery red stripes on the two male backsides presented to here.
The cane seared into the skin of Jeff and Gerry leaving painful , raised welts which would remain for days afterwards.
Nancy looked on in awe as her Mother expertly carried out the canings .
Upon delivering the final strokes , Janet examined each male rump by running her palms over the welts left by the cane.
Satisfied , she gave them permission to rise.
Gerry was wincing and tears were welling in Jeff’s eyes when they turned around.
Their male pride disappeared as they used their hands to rub the sting from their buttocks instead of covering their manhood.
Janet paced in front of them , still wielding the instrument of their chastisement.
“You’re not so brave now are you gentlemen? Standing their sniffling with a sore backside….
Get upstairs and get dressed for dinner ….we’re leaving in 15 minutes.
“Yes Ma’am!” the two men chimed and scurried up stairs.
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The following day the winery tour went ahead this time and Gerry and Jeff actually had a good time.
Afterwards the plan was to relax by the pool and enjoy a farewell BBQ before Nancy and Jeff departed the next morning.
Jeff took in the breathtaking sight of Nancy in her new , skimpy red bikini she had purchased with his credit card.
“I don’t know how much that cost me but it was worth it….you look amazing !” he blurted.
Nancy giggled and tossed him a bag.
“Here! I bought one for you ……it’s time you threw away those shorts you’ve been wearing since high school!”
Jeff’s jaw dropped when he saw the bag contained a tiny red Speedo !
“A Speedo Nancy? You’ve got to be kidding? I can’t……” Jeff began but Nancy stopped.
“You’ll put it on Jeff….or else !” Nancy scolded , assuming a familiar hands on hips pose.
Out at the pool Jeff didn’t feel quite so bad when he saw Gerry was wearing a similar Speedo in black.
It was only then that he noticed the tiny suit revealed the glowing red stripes Janet had painted on her husband’s backside for all to see!
“Turn around you two! I’ve got to get a picture of this!” Janet cackled .
“Yea …try explaining that when you go to the gym Jeff !” Nancy teased.
Janet opened another bottle of wine and filled up hers and Nancy’s glasses again.
This time it was Gerry’s turn to stand hand on hips.
“I think you two have had more than enough to drink!” he warned.
In response Janet raised her glass at her husband “Be careful or I’ll freshen up those stripes on your butt mister !”
“That goes for you too Jeff !” Nancy echoed.
Gerry looked at Jeff “ Excuse me for a minute Jeff . I need a private moment with my wife!”
He marched over to Janet , took one of her flip-flops from her foot and proceeded to toss her , kicking and screaming , fireman style over his shoulder.
“STOPPIT! …Put me down you big brute !...YEOW!...”Janet howled when Gerry gave her scantily clad bottom a hearty slap.
Nancy could only gape as her Father carried her Mother into the pool room.
For a moment there was silence and then a series of loud whacks accompanied by Janet’s hoarse cries.
The smacking and howling continued for a good two or three minutes until the pool room door opened and a very red-faced and humbled Janet was marched out by Gerry.
She stumbled along with both hands furiously rubbing her rear end.
A victorious Gerry looked at Jeff and tossed him the flip-flop.
“Your turn son!” he announced.
Meanwhile a subdued Nancy attempted a getaway which Jeff easily stopped.
Nancy had never seen Jeff look at her that way.
“Now Jeff….listen to me…let’s talk this over …”she babbled but quickly found herself being hauled off to the privacy of the pool room.
‘SMACK!’ ‘WHACK!’ ‘SMACK!’ ‘WHACK!’ ‘SMACK!’ ‘SMACK!’ ‘SMACK!’
“OW!” …”YEOW!” ..”OUCH! ..STOPPIT JEFF THAT STINGS!”
“He learns fast !” Gerry chuckled to a sulking Janet.
As he and Gerry flipped the burgers , Jeff was feeling very pleased with himself.
“I can’t believe Nancy let me spank her like that! Boy is her bottom red!” he gushed.
Gerry cracked open another beer.
“Once in a while you’ve got to balance the scales Jeff!
The girls overstepped their authority and they knew it ….so when that happens you have to act.
I haven’t spanked Janet for months but she asked for this one alright!” he explained.
Nancy took a break from packing to examine her still red bottom in the mirror.
“You spanked me HARD!” she pouted.
Jeff moved close to her and massaged her curvy globes with his hands.
“Mmmmm….your butt is hot! Did I spank you too hard ?” he asked.
“Not hard enough silly !” Nancy replied , handing Jeff her hairbrush .
Meanwhile in the master bedroom , Janet lay sprawled over her husband’s lap , her firm , round bottom elevated in the air.
“Now make sure you do a thorough job Gerry. I’ve behaved atrociously today and I deserve this!”
Gerry gently patted his wife’s bottom with the back of the brush and his wife’s cheeks clenched in anticipation.
“Well I’d hate to disappoint you Janet !” he cackled loudly.

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Paddled at the Lake - MF Spanking Comic

With summer long gone and the reality of winter slowly approaching , its a good time to reflect on those hot summer days up at the lake.
One of my favourite activities is to sit on the dock and watch people tip out of the canoe!
Sometimes it was purely accidental but , in the case of today's comic , premeditated ....and of course it leads to another of my favourite lakeside activities - a good spanking !



An unsuspecting Jeff casually paddles away from the dock , but his
girlfriend Tania plans on giving him a helping hand..........

SPLASH! MAN OVERBOARD!
Tanya finds this very amusing but is also anticipating Jeff's reaction......



Jeff hoists his naughty girlfriend over his shoulder and carries her onto
dry land to administer some well deserved discipline !


Tanya finds out that wearing a thong was the wrong choice of swimwear,
She will have to explain that red bottom as a nasty case of sunburn
!

There's nothing worse than having to sit on those hard canoe benches
with a sore , red bottom !



Tuesday, November 12, 2013

LOL LOVER OUR LURKERS DAY !

Well its that time of the year when the people who "ghost visit" blogs like this but never leave a comment good or bad.
I've had lots of visitors since I started this blog but very few who take the time to comment.

I'd love to have your feed back , positive or negative and input for future posts.

Don't be shy and let  me and other bloggers know you're out there by taking the time to comment !

Friday, November 8, 2013

Desperate Housewives SPANK ! - FM Spanking parody

When this show was first aired I was sure it would break new ground and be filled with spankings but unfortunately I was long again.
Rex did ask Bree to spank him in one episode but she showed as little enthusiasm as the writers.
It would have been wonderful to see each and every one of them get their little tushies warmed but alas this will remain a fantasy.
Most of the housewives looked like they could give out a spanking so here are some scenes that never happened , except in my imagination....















Thursday, October 31, 2013

After the spanking .....- MF Spanking




One of my favorite aspects of spanking is AFTER the spanking itself. It's so much fun to witness the spankee doing that little spanking jig, rubbing her bottom , standing in the corner with a red bottom on display and wincing and squirming as they sit on a well spanked bottom!



Nice drawing of the post spanking jig and rub !

Wilma Flintstone is feeling the effects of a good paddling !
                                      

Thanking him for her spanking...."next time it'll be bare bottom!"

 

The descrete rub...Looks like someone got a pre-dinner spanking....
  
Sam from 'Bewitched' does some serious rubbing after receiving a hefty whack from Darren
                                                                                      
Mom is delighted to find out her son-in-law spanked her daughter



Nose in the corner and rubbing her sore bottom





Thursday, October 24, 2013

Lazy Husbands Get Spanked! - FM Spanking

This scene will look very familiar to you guys who don't pay attention to their "Honeydo list".
That's a good sized brush by the way....and a very nice lap....love the stockings and the way she taps the brush against her palm for effect !

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Saturday Night in Dustville - The Grand finale - MF Western Spanking Story

Still here ? You must be really determined to find out who wins this epic battle of the sexes in the Wild West....
Goodness me....if the women of Dustville have their way it may affect the plots of all those wonderful western movie spankings  !
Just think of the preview for McLintock!'
'Katherine loses patience with GW and chases him around town in his long johns , dunks him in various liquids before putting him over her knee for a public spanking in the town square....'




Don't laugh folks....stranger things have happened !

We can't let that happen so its time the men of Dustville swung the pendulum back the other way !


SATURDAY NIGHT IN DUSTVILLE - THE GRAND FINALE !


Under Beth’s leadership ,the women of Dullesville had made much progress since that famous Saturday night when they brought the Saturday night rowdiness in the saloon to an end.
Saturday nights were a lot more peaceful now as the saloon now welcomed women into the establishment .
In fact the Women’s Guild monthly meetings  were now held there instead of the cramped church hall across the street.
Having realized the errors of their ways , and paid the price , the men gladly stayed home to work on chores while their wives attended the meetings.

As usual Beth was the star speaker at the meetings and she gladly instructed the women on the art of disciplining their husbands.


“This week I’d like to show you ladies an alternative to the over the knee position” Beth began as her captivated audience listened .
She pulled out a straight back wooden chair and placed it in front of her with the seat facing her.
“Sometimes you’ll find it hard to hold your man in place over your knee , especially when he is trying to squirm and wiggle to avoid the spanks.
Instead of sitting on the chair , keep standing and place one foot on the seat and have him bend over your knee with his feet on the ground.
You will also get more power into your spanks and better accuracy from your standing foot and it will be hard for hi to move.”
Beth concluded her lecture by slapping her palm hard against her waiting thigh .
The audience applauded loudly.
Little did they know that Beth had discovered this ‘new’ technique when John had spanked her at the riverbank.
“Well if there is no further business we can have our refreshments !” Beth announced to a cheer.

This was something else which had changed in Dustville.
Instead of tea , some of the women indulged themselves with alcoholic drinks in the Saloon but not all of the members agreed.
Beth poured herself a shot of whiskey and did the same for her good friend Laura Darkley .
The pair clinked their glasses , tipped their heads and downed their drinks before refilling their glasses.

Across the room  Martha Farley , the Judge’s wife , looked on in distain.
“Just look at those two hussies downing whiskey like a pair of cowpokes!” she said to Reverend Brown’s wife Jane.
Jane tutted and nodded in agreement.
“If you have something to say why don’t you say it to our faces Mrs. Farley !” Laura yelled across the room .
Jane Brown bristled as Martha tried to hold her back.
“Ignore her Jane. There will only be trouble.” She advised.
Nonetheless Jane stepped forward and the four women faced off against each other.

The other women in the Saloon quickly moved in also and soon the scene was escalating to a confrontation between two angry , female crowds.
Fingers were pointing , feet were stomping and many voices were chirping as the room became tense.
The group led by Martha felt that Beth and Laura had gone too far and they were just like their men carousing in the Saloon on a Saturday night.
Beth’s supporters felt it was a right they had won and deserved.

Tension between the two sides had been building for a while and now it was coming to a climax.
It wasn’t going to take much to set this tinderbox alight.
A worried Saloon owner sent one of his men to fetch Sheriff Darkley before things were out of hand.
Catty comments , name-calling and personal put downs were the order of the day now as tempers flared.
“You’re a weakling just like that husband of yours Brown !” Laura yelled at the Reverend’s feisty wife.

Jane tried hard to obey her religious teachings but was unable to harness her fury.
The room was momentarily silenced at the sound of the loud slap as her palm connected with Laura’s face knocking her back on her heels.
In an instance firebrand Laura jumped on her assailment and all hell broke loose.
The women paired off grabbing hair , poking eyes and kicking and scratching as a full scale catfight erupted in the Saloon.

As the fight intensified Sheriff Darkley arrived but quickly realized he could not handle the situation alone.
Retreating he sent for re-enforcements and word quickly spread around town to husbands and boyfriends that their womenfolk were fighting in the Saloon.
As he waited Clint Darkley was entertained as he took in the sight of his Amazon like wife Laura take on all comers in the thick of the fight.
As the women quickly tired the melee turned into a series of wrestling matches as they combatants clung to each other flailing and clawing.

One by one their men arrived and drank in the unbelievable scene until John stepped forward with a pail of water and dumped it over his wife’s head as she struggled on the floor with  Jane Brown.


The men howled with laughter as the two soaked , indignant women clambered to their feet.
The Reverend quickly stepped in and taking his wife by the wrists hauled her away from the fray.
“You should be ashamed of yourself Jane !” he lectured.
“But..but…dear…I was defending your honor !” his wife pleaded.
Her husband was unimpressed and delivered a sound swat to the seat of her dress .
“You can be sure I will not be sparing the rod when I get you home Jane Brown !” the Reverend declared dragging his pleading wife out the door.

John’s task was not as easy and the feisty Beth took up a defensive stance as her husband maneuvered around her.
John was exercising caution , an angry woman was a dangerous as a wounded bear.
Holding his hand out her held her at bay as she punched and kicked at him until she was drained of energy.


John brushed a gentle hand on her face and pulled her to him.
Beth looked into his eyes like a tamed horse waiting to be saddled.

“Best get you home and dried off my dear - then I’m gonna gave that cute little bustle of yours a good dose of the hairbrush !”
John declared.
Beth’s jaw dropped and she shrieked as John picked her up and hoisted her over his shoulder .
“Aw John …...not the hairbrush…..please…” she moaned .
Her fists pounded on his strong back and her feet kicked as he carried her off into the night.


Meanwhile Laura Darkley still had a firm grip on Martha Farley’s hair as she sat on top of the older lady.
She looked up tentatively at her husband who stood over her with arms folded.
“Let Mrs. Farley go Laura !” he ordered.
“AW Shucks “Laura sighed releasing her grip and standing up.
As Martha lay sprawled on  her back a pair of male hands reached out and hauled her to her feet.
“Martha Farley ,you are hereby found guilty of disorderly and unladylike behavior  and I hereby sentence you to a long , hard spanking!” Judge Farley announced to his surprised wife.
“You’re really going to spank me ?” she blurted  excitedly.
The Judge tugged her towards him.
“You’re darn right I am woman !
You’ve been needing this for years and now you’re going to get it.!” He added .


Laura Darkley pouted and bit her lip as she avoided her husband’s silent stare.
“Guess I’ll be getting the strap ?” she asked meekly.
Tapping his foot impatiently Clint nodded .
“By the time I’m done tannin’ your butt it’ll be a week before you can wear those jeans !” he warned her..
Laura gulped and put both hands to the seat of her tight jeans as she anticipated her fate.
“I suggest the rest of you take your women-folk home and warm their backsides good Gentlemen !” Clint yelled as he took a firm grip on his wife.

Luckily ,apart from a few scratches , bruises and sore scalps there were no major injuries as a result of the mass catfight.
However , it was very clear that one part of their anatomy  would be very sore for some time.
Every house in Dustville had a similar scene that evening as the womenfolk presented their bottoms for some well deserved chastisement 

At the Dillon household , Beth sat silently in her pantaloons and bodice as Lizzie tended to the scratches on her face and gave her an ice pack for her blackened eye.
Beth looked at the hairbrush in her husband’s hand as he stood behind Lizzie.
“Better get another ice pack ready for me Lizzie.” She asked nervously.
“Oh don’t be silly Missy this one is all you need for that eye….it’s not that bad.” Lizzie scolded.
Beth looked seriously at her maid. “It won’t be for my eye Lizzie….” She said.
“OOOOOH!” Lizzie gasped as her eye caught a glimpse of the brush.

Beth stood up and John took his place in the chair .
Without ceremony he draped Beth head first over his lap.
“John….at least wait until Lizzie leaves….please?” Beth whined.
Her husband’s response was to tug on the drawstring of her bloomers exposing His wife’s two jiggling globes.

Lizzie made a hasty exit and listened in glee  to the sound of Beth having her bottom peppered with her own hairbrush.
“I’d best be careful….there’s an awful lot of spankin’ goin’ on in this house lately !” she told herself.

Over at the Sheriff’s house , Laura’s lay over her husband’s lap , her bare bottom high in the air and her jeans around her knees.
She grasped Clint’s leg and gritted  her teeth as the leather razor strap repeatedly visited her firm bottom turning it a blazing red.
Afterwards Laura’s bottom throbbed and she  grimaced while attempting to wiggle her swollen cheeks back into her tight jeans.
When she did manage to pull them up it felt like her rear was on fire as the heat in her jeans intensified her discomfort.
She quickly eased her aching rear out of her favorite attire and reluctantly slipped into a dress.
“Just you wait !” she warned Clint as he doubled over in laughter watching her.

Judge Farley had already passed  sentence on Martha and was busy roasting her ample , round cheeks for the first time with one of his leather slippers.

Newlywed Jenny  Moran was not exempt as  it was young Cecil’s turn to take charge He bent his bride over his lap and warmed her bare bottom thoroughly with his hand.
“Next time it’ll be the hairbrush !” Cecil warned her as he stood her upon her feet..
Jenny rubbed her sizzled bottom and , keeping her skirts hoisted , handed the hairbrush to her husband.
“Give it to me now Cecil- I deserve it!” she told him and climbed back over his lap.

For Jane Brown it was the first time her mild mannered husband had the occasion to chastise her in this manner and he seized the opportunity.
Not only did he administer a hard , fiery spanking , but then had his wife bend over for six strokes of the cane for added measure.
True to his word the Reverend did not spare the rod.

A s they prepared to leave for Church the next morning , each and every woman in Dustville  was sporting a rosy red , sore bottom beneath their petticoats.
“Aren’t you forgetting something Beth ?” John asked as he watched his wife step into her Sunday dress.
Beth chuckled as she looked over at her pantaloons still sitting on the bed.
“I’ afraid my bottom is much too tender to wear those to Church after that hair-brushing you gave me last night dear“ she explained , casting a glance over her shoulder to her glowing red bottom.
John smiled and shook his head.

Jane Brown stood dutifully beside her husband to greet each couple when they arrived at the church .
Under her yellow summer dress her red  bottom was painted with 6 crimson stripes from the cane.
Like Beth and the other ladies she opted to be without pantaloons.
Unable to sit for breakfast Jane thoughtfully provided her colleagues from the Ladies Guild with a pillow as they entered Church.
The ladies gratefully accepted , willing to endure amused comments from their husbands regarding the discomfort in their tails.

As Beth shifted and squirmed on her pillow , Martha and Judge Farley took their usual places beside them.
Martha gasped as she slowly eased her bustle onto the cushion before turning to Beth.
“I’d like to apologize for my behavior last night Beth .
Please forgive me.” She asked politely.
Beth took her hand.
“There’s no need Martha. We all behaved terribly last night and got what we deserved.” she assured her.

Martha moved closer and whispered to Beth.
“Henry gave me the paddling of my life with his slipper last night!
I’d been hoping he’d do that for years!” the older lady chuckled.
Beth smiled and then winced.
“I got the hairbrush for the first time but I doubt it will be the last ! “ Beth confided.
Martha tittered and pointed at the Reverend’s wife.
“Poor Jane got the cane. She  told me it left red stripes her bottom !”
Judge Farley frowned and pulled his wife closer.
“Really Martha !
Giggling in church like a schoolgirl has just earned you another spanking when we get home !” he whispered.
Martha winked at Beth  and tried to sit straight.
She couldn’t wait.


THE END ?

Saturday Night in Dustville - part 2 of 3 - FM Western Spanking Story

If you're still here then you're likely wondering where this story is going....
With a switch like me writing it , you just never know!

Anyway the 'dust'  ( pardon the pun) has settled after last Saturday's incident and John and Beth are  trying to get back to normal..........


SATURDAY NIGHT IN DUSTVILLE - PART 2 OF 3 


The following Saturday night the Dustville Saloon was a quiet place as its usual customers were home with their wives or catching up with their chores.
Beth decided to treat herself to a rare shopping trip while John went through the long outstanding list of chores she had assigned him.

“Miss Beth is gonna be made at you if she comes back and finds you sippin’ on lemonade instead of mendin’ that fence Mister Dillon.
You outa be done by now !” Lizzie the maid warned John as she placed a cold pitcher of lemonade in front of him.
John put his feet up on the railing and kicked back in his chair , tilting his hat to shield his eyes from the blazing sun.
“She won’t be home for hours Lizzie….there’s lots of time to finish the chores” John replied calmly.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya !” Lizzie scolded .

His early start and the hot sun made John drowsy and he soon drifted off to sleep.
He didn’t even hear Beth’s buggy pull up in front of him until she kicked the chair from under him .
John swore as he crashed to the floor and looked up in surprise to see his wife glaring angrily at him.
“@#$%#$*  BETH ….YOU ALMOST BROKE MY NECK !” he yelled instinctively.
Beth fumed and John wished he could retract his reaction but it was too late.
“I drove past where our fence was supposed to be but saw no sign of you- or a fence John!” Beth lectured.
“B…but…honey….you’re back early…..I was just…...” John stammered before Beth stopped him.

“I go shopping for a few hours and come back to a lazy husband who did no chores and welcomes me with foul language.
Get yourself cleaned up and report to me upstairs John Dillon.
I am going to paddle your sorry behind long and hard for this !” Beth seethed through gritted teeth before turning on her heels and storming inside.

Trying to control her fury Beth greeted Lizzie who helped her with her bags.
“That’s a beautiful dress Miss Beth ….did you buy it in town?” Lizzie asked.
Beth calmed down and spun around to give Lizzie a better look.
She had bought it for John as he loved her to dress up but he had spoiled her surprise.

“I told Mr. Dillon he was askin’ fer trouble but he didn’t listen Ma’am.
Do you want me to fetch you some switches from the woodshed for his whuppin’’ ?” Lizzie asked as she followed Beth upstairs into the bedroom.
“Yes …please do Lizzie…a good switching will be a good start but open that box over there and hand me what’s inside would you ?” Beth replied.
Lizzie excitedly opened the box and gasped when she pulled out a large , wooden oval hairbrush.
Beth tapped the back of the brush against her palm.
“I wasn’t planning on using this so soon , but……go fetch those switches and send Mr. Dillon in here Lizzie.” She said.
Lizzie darted off but stopped as Beth called her back.
“Oh Lizzie ! 
You’re going to hear a lot of noise  and likely a lot of howling from Mr. Dillon so perhaps you may want to take a walk ?“Beth offered.


Lizzie winced and scurried out , bumping into John on her way down the stairs.
“Miss Beth wants to see you right away Mister Dillon……I’ll put together a nice ice bag for you….your …..your….um…eh…right after I fetch some switches….”Lizzie said .
“Switches ?” John asked.
“Yessir …switches ……but that ain’t nothing …..she has a big hairbrush too !”Lizzie told him.
John took a deep breath as he opened the bedroom door and ventured tentatively inside.
“Hi Beth.” He said sheepishly.
Beth had removed her new dress and sat at her dressing table in her undergarments as she removed her new bonnet from her head.
Sitting prominently on the table in front of her was her new hairbrush.
She carefully placed the had back in its box , glanced over at John , picked up the brush and patted her lily white lap.
“Get those pants down and get over my knee!” she said in a low , firm voice.

Just looking at his scantily clad wife excited John as he felt his erection swell inside his pants.
                                            
He lowered his pants and long johns and carefully draped himself over Beth’s inviting lap.
She opened her thighs slightly ,inviting his erection inside before clamping them shut.
John moaned as Beth hoisted his shirt tail to expose his bare bottom.
Just then there was a knock on the door.
“I have those switches Miss !” Lizzie called out.
“Bring them in Lizzie !” Beth replied.
John’s face flushed “ But Beth…..she’ll….AWWWW…”

Lizzie pretended to cover her eyes but made sure she could take in a lingering look at John’s firm , bare backside as he lay over his wife’s lap.
Beth picked up a switch and inspected it.
“Thank you Lizzie.” She said.
Lizzie closed the door and waited in the hallway for the silence to end.
She did not have to wait long until she heard the sounds of a switch lashing against bare skin .
‘SWISH’ CRACK’ “OW!”
‘SWISH’ CRACK’ “OW!”
‘SWISH’ CRACK’ “OW!”

Beth swung the switch at a fast pace , quickly stinging every inch of John’s rump and thighs.
Lizzie cringed as the switching continued , the only pauses occurring when one of them broke and Beth had to reach for a new one.
After a third pause Lizzie could hear only John’s groaning and pleading
“AAAAAAAH ……GEEEZ THAT BURNS BETH!
OH NO! PLEASE BETH…..NO…”
‘CRAAAAAACK!!’
“YEOOOUCH !”
It sounded like a gunshot but it was the sound of Beth’s new hairbrush landing forcefully on John’s buttocks.
The sound startled Lizzie.

Beth delivered another 4 solitary , hard whacks to her husband’s already tenderized behind , each generating a satisfyingly loud howl.
She then settled into a rhythmic pattern whacking one cheek and then the other .
John could barely catch his breath as the brush danced across his rump leaving deep red , oval shaped tattoos on his skin.
Concentrating on the sit spot on his right buttock , Beth landed repeated whacks to the same area.
John bucked and squirmed on her lap trying to avoid the barrage and to encourage his wife to choose another area to torment but this only served to encourage her to continue paddling the same spot until it was well and truly roasted.
Then she turned her attention to the same spot on his left cheek and gave it the same treatment.
With a final flurry of spanks an exhausted Beth ended the punishment.
John’s tough hide was a flaming red and bore the marks of the red lines of the switch and the oval patches of the brush.
Blisters were forming on the areas of each of his buns where Beth had really focused her attention.

After a ling silent pause , Lizzie stepped back as she saw the door handle slowly turn.
His eyes moist and face flushed , John winced painfully as he limped out of the room.
He forced a smile as he hobbled past Lizzie.
“Wow…she really gave it too you good this time Mr. Dillon….” Lizzie blurted.
“She sure did Lizzie…..she sure did….”John concurred painfully.

Taking great care to keep his seat off the saddle John rode out to work on the fences.
The exertion and heat of the sun on his bronzed , muscular torso took his mind of his roasted rump.
After repairing the last post the sight of the nearby river and the cool waters of the stream cascading into it over the rocks was a welcome one.
Already stripped to the waist he kicked off his boots ,undid his belt and stepped out of his jeans.
“Darn you Beth !” he sighed as he inspected the damage to his rear-quarters.
It hurt like heck but the cool spring water would help.
He gasped in relief as he stood naked beneath the waterfall and let the cold water spray against his battered rear.
His butt was so hot he was sure he heard it sizzle.

Beth watched John bath from behind the oak tree where John had left his clothing.
The sight of her handsome husband , his firm backside still red hot from being spanked bathing in the river sent sexual sparks through Beth’s veins.
She quickly began removing the expensive new riding outfit she had just purchased and tossed it on the ground in her haste to join John in the river.
She entered the water without John seeing her and skillfully  swam under the surface to the waterfall before springing out of the water.
“You naughty boy….you’re supposed to be mending fences!” she giggled.
Surprised , John still drank in the sight of the wet , shimmering beauty before him.
“Fences are all mended Ma’am so now we can have some fun.!” John smiled as he scooped Beth up into his arms.
Their passions fueled the couple made love on the banks of the river until the sun began to fade.

As John picked up his clothes he examined the many fancy garments Beth was picking up.
“A new riding outfit , hats , dresses …….and that looks like a new saddle……exactly how much did you spend on that little shopping trip today Beth ?” he asked.
Beth kissed him on the cheek.
“Not that much dear….” She cooed .
John frowned and took his wife by the arm to face him.
“ I asked you a question Beth. How much did you spend? We talked about your lavish spending habits before we got married and you promised to stay on budget.
Your budget was $50 so how much did you spend Beth ?” John asked firmly.

Beth looked uncomfortable and tried to avoid an answer by continuing to pick up her clothes.
“Oh don’t be such a prude John I……now  John….take it easy……” Beth said as John advanced .
“How much Beth ?” he asked again.
“$250…or more ?” came the meek reply.
John’s jaw dropped and before Beth could react , he seized both of her wrists and pulled her to him.
“What you need is a lesson in budgeting and that’s what you’re gonna get !” he seethed .
“Put me down this minute John Dillon ! I demand it !” an outraged Beth screamed as John took a firm hold of her waist and tucked her under his arm .
His butt was too sore to sit so the over the knee position was not an option.

Placing a foot on a log he let Beth’s tummy rest on his thigh.
Beth’s shapely , jiggling bottom and long flailing legs were a perfect target for him.
“Don’t you dare John….don’t you dare spank me like this !” she screeched.
“Just be glad I don’t have a switch or a brush with me !” he replied.

Both of them stark naked under the western evening skies John began giving his wife a well deserved spanking.
He loved the way Beth’s cheeks jiggled and changed color from lily white , pink , red and then crimson as his palm danced all of her shapely globes.
“Oh John….pleeeeease stoppit….my bottom is soooo hot.!
I’ve learned my lesson ….honest I have !” Beth pleaded , kicking her legs and wiggling her hips in an attempt to distract John from his task.
John paused.
His wife’s curvy , red bottom sure did look inviting and his erection rubbing on her soft underbelly was stimulating.
With a few final swats which had Beth yelping he released her and stood her on her feet.
“OOOOOOH IT BURNS “ she pouted rubbing her bottom furiously.
John pulled her close and planted a long lingering kiss on her lips.
Beth tried to protest but quickly became absorbed in the kiss also.
The pair made love yet again , this time with Beth on all fours and John behind her.
Emotionally and physically drained from their day , Beth and John walked their horses home together as they held hands – neither of them was in any condition to sit on a saddle !

THE END ?   NOT YET FOLKS .....